

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Salt on the bones of the harbor Black sails claw at the dawn Crows on the rusted anointers Circle the rusted crown We row by the reef of his statues Spears turned to coral and sand Maps in the ink of his victims Burn in the captain’s hand [Chorus] Where the dead king stands Stone eyes over broken lands Rust-red crown in a sea of glass Curses carved in shattered brass Raise your cups, your trembling hands Swear your lies on his commands Gold runs cold through every man Where the dead king stands [Verse 2] Tales in the taverns grow taller (hey!) Each cup adds a ghost to his name They say his cathedral’s an anchor Chained to the seabed of shame We follow the hymn of the hollow Drums like a marching brigade Lanterns like watching apostles Judging the deals that we made [Chorus] Where the dead king stands Stone eyes over broken lands Rust-red crown in a sea of glass Curses carved in shattered brass Raise your cups, your trembling hands Swear your lies on his commands Gold runs cold through every man Where the dead king stands [Bridge] [Drums drop to pounding floor toms, crew-chant vocals] Oars in the dark, hearts in our teeth Who dares to knock on the door underneath? Skulls in the surf, grins in the foam Call the dead king Call the dead king home (woah) [Chorus] Where the dead king stands Stone eyes over broken lands Rust-red crown in a sea of glass Curses carved in shattered brass Raise your cups, your trembling hands Swear your lies on his commands Gold runs cold through every man Where the dead king stands
Tags
rock, Epic symphonic power metal shanty: double-kick gallop, distorted rhythm wall, folk fiddle and Celtic flute weaving around a soaring lead. Male vocals shift from gritty pirate bark in verses to heroic, stacked harmonies in the chorus; choir and brass hits underline key phrases. Mid-song breakdown drops to tom-heavy, ship-deck chanting before exploding back into a blazing guitar-fiddle unison lead., celtic, medieval, medieval rock, power metal, metal, shanty
4:32
No
4/17/2026